Chapter 10: An Iron Nail
Chapter 10: An Iron Nail
Late at night, the sound of rapid gunfire echoed from the direction of the port, jolting Lance awake. He quickly got up and moved to the window, looking toward the port.
The dim streetlights barely illuminated the dark road, where a few scattered rats occasionally poked their heads out of the sewers.
The gunfire continued for seven or eight minutes before the wailing of police sirens filled the night, with police cars rushing toward the port.
It seemed something serious had gone down at the port, and the gunfight in the middle of the night left him uneasy.
It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that he finally drifted back to sleep.
At 7 a.m., his alarm woke him up, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the resilience of youth. Even with only three hours of sleep, he still felt full of energy.
He rolled up his blanket from the floor and headed outside to the bakery’s sink.
The apprentice was already there, holding a cup of water from the boiler, brushing his teeth.